La Visage de Femme

Broken pieces left here and there,
Brittle mind of yours without a care.
The paper stating our fate is now torn,
You might be glad but I’m the one to mourn.
Flashbacks, I keep getting them day and night,
Printed, now forgotten memories in Black and White,
I hold them near to my heart,
Moments that once meant something,
Now are lying in the dirt.